you know i used to call my baby up
and we`d get real close
just like the telephone was a sofa
and our thoughts would mingle
and we`d leave our minds wide open
like a big window in the evening air
and we`d say,
`hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul`
`hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul`
but these days, even saying, `hello? how are you?`
`i`m fine, how are you?` takes a lot of sweat
ain`t that a shame
ain`t that a shame
but in linctus house
in my flesh hotel
i don`t care anymore
you know my baby and me
as kimberley would say
we`d curl up like two dogs
in front of a fire
and our eyes would reflect each other
in the warm long heat of love
yeah, the warm long heat of love
and i would hear the rain falling
on the leaves outside
i could`nt stand to close the window
`cos i`d shiver if i left her side
but now i`d shake if we should meet
and i spend most of my time in the bushes
ain`t that a shame
know what you`re doing
ain`t that a shame
know what you`ve done
but in linctus house
in my flesh hotel
i don`t care anymore
`i understand how everything sometimes
turns out to be nothing,` you say
but i wonder if you do
and if we understood each other
there`d be no need to talk
but even that, even talking is out of reach
should i say it with flowers or
should i say it with nails?
i`m not the kind to push you around
but i don`t want to make myself vulnerable
and if i was on my knees
you`d have a pretty good view of my skull
and i happen to know you`re carrying a chisel
but in linctus hotel
in my flesh hotel
i don`t care anymore
no
in linctus house
in my flesh hotel
i don`t care
ain`t that a shame
know what you`re doing
ain`t that a shame
know what you`ve done
